Object with Special Meaning Essay

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When I was younger, I had a favorite stuffed animal like many young kids do; mine was a bunny. She was particularly special because before I was even born my mom had made her for me. However, the first bunny of the two was the one that she really wanted me to have; the one she wanted me to take to. This version had ribbons and bows and a cute little face, but to me it was just another "perfect stuffed animal." Unfortunately for her, I took to her rough draft better. I guess one could say it was because it represented the first, but more than that was the fact that my mom had made it, so regardless of how beautiful it was, I absolutely adored it. I loved my bunny because of all the treasures in it, it was my biggest security, and all the great lessons learned. Over time this bunny of mine became tattered and torn and spilled on. However, each accident my bunny had would become a treasure hunt for my mom and me. We would spend hours picking out the perfect fabric patch to fix her with, and of course it had to be perfect, after all, it was my bunny we were talking about. She was marvelous. After some time, and much growing up, there are now only bits and pieces of the original fabric peeking out behind the layers of patches that my bunny had to endure. Not only do I love my bunny for all the tears and spills, but I love it for being my biggest security. To most people, patches are a sign of repair and worthlessness. As a kid, these patches were fun, and were always there to soak up my tears whenever I cried. In whole, my bunny was most definitely my biggest security and comfort as a kid. Whenever I would get in trouble my bunny would always be there. Even when I was afraid, I transferred my fear to my bunny, by comforting her and telling her that everything would be okay. Looking back on it now, I can see who was really comforting who. My bunny brings

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